“I’ll come back to visit sometime,” is what I am obligated to tell to every single one of my friends I made. Since I was young I never had trouble making friends, but keeping them was a challenge to me. It wasn’t because I was mean or because I didn’t want friends, it’s because I moved around a lot when I was younger. I was born in Fresno, California, but then I moved to Mexico at a really young age so I was raised there until I was five years old. I can’t really remember much from Mexico mainly because I was too young. Later I moved to Bell Gardens, California, a town right next to LA, I attended kindergarten there but then my mom decided to move back to Fresno. Already knowing English, I made friends quick and I really liked the placed I lived. Sadly, we stayed in Fresno till I was a fourth grader, just when I was comfortable with my environment, my mom had noticed that the place we lived at was getting more and more dangerous every day. The crime kept rising, but I was young and didn’t notice my surroundings. My aunt was the one who told my mom to move in with her, in Iowa. My mom worried about our wellbeing so we had no choice but to move to Iowa. My siblings and I were frustrated with my mom because we liked where we lived and …show more content…
I’ve never seen snow in my life until we were on our way. We drove to Iowa so when we were getting close, I remember the first time I touched snow and it wasn’t anything I thought it was like. I thought snow was soft but when I touched it was hard and icy. We lived in my aunt’s house, in her basement. Starting school at the elementary in Orange City, I was used to having a variety of races in my school, but when I went to school for the first time here all I saw was white people. I didn’t fit in at my school at all, until my teacher made me share my locker with a kid that had also just moved into Orange City, he was also Hispanic, he later became my best friend, his name was
I was born on a Navy base in San Diego a little before two in the mourning. I am the youngest with two older sisters Shauna and Cassie. We basically lived two-thirds of our childhood on military bases stationed throughout the United States of America. My father being in the Navy meant we moved a lot I have lived in New Orleans, Pensacola, and San Diego and finally we settled in Tomball, Texas which is thirty minutes away from Houston. I went to a lot of different schools during my childhood an sometimes we would move before the year is up which made it difficult for me in school.
Coming to Cal was great for me because it was the first time I had found a real LGBTQ community. Growing up I always moved schools so most of my friendships were fleeting and upon settling for high school the Gay Straight Alliance club was extremely small so coming to Cal provided a great sense of community and belonging. The summer before my first fall semester, I took a few classes to get a feel for the campus which ended up coinciding with Obergefell v. Hodges and SF gay pride which is where I made a lot of friends. Whether it is going for drinks in the Castro, dressing up for the Folsom street fair or going to social events at Oscar Wilde, Cal has provided an amazing sense of acceptance and a safe space. During the spring semester, I preformed
We took only the essentials and traveled to New Orleans, where family was waiting to take us in. I didn't like the idea of leaving the only home I had ever known, but I liked New Orleans all the same. During my teen years, I wrestled with the idea of returning to New York, but I found a certain comfort in NOLA and so I eventually decided to stay.
Being able to live in Arizona provided me with new opportunities. For instance being able to attend East Valley Institute of technology . Also having the opportunity to be on the track team my freshmen year which was always goal of mine. Truly, I am glad my family and I moved it gave me time to spend with my grandmother who was there for me every day and even a phone call away.
Moving to Iowa Falls I moved to Iowa Falls, Iowa when I was in sixth grade. This had a big impact on my life. I was really nervous and scared. I didn’t want to move at all. I was really angry.
I have lived in East Oakland my whole life. To the majority of people, the mention of East Oakland evokes thoughts of violence, shootings, and gangs. I was one of the people who believed in these stereotypes, and for a particularly long time. I was one of the people who saw Oakland as a wasteland, a place with nothing to offer me, and a place I had nothing to offer to.
Alameda County California. I grew up in Oakland, California and went to Franklin Elementary School. When I was in the 5th grade I moved to Hayward California and went to Eldridge Elementary School. As a transfer student, I felt different from everyone else and my learning abilities were different. I learned quicker than others and was more intellectual than they were and because of these things I never really had friends.
I was blessed to have a Slavic Baptist church not far from where I live. I always wanted to give back to someone underserved of similar origin as myself. In Sacramento there is a big Slavic community, which gave some opportunities for me to serve and apply myself. I started off with the church choir. Having a good background of singing from Ukraine allowed me to move up on the list of best choir soprano voices, and later our choir director started to sit me by the newcomers to help them learn songs faster.
My original name is shaylin uhlig i was 15 before I moved to Beacon hills, California. I am now called Talia Burley. I am 16 years old. Just like me and for the same dark secret my friends changed their names to Scott McCall (17 years old), Stiles Stilinski (17 years old), Erica tumblr (16 years old), and Jackson Kanima (17 years old). We are now forced to live at Beacon hills, California.
Growing up in San Diego was fun. The beach was near my high school and it was the ultimate after school hangout. At the beach, you could enjoy the best homemade ice cream at Mootime Creamery. When my friends were hungry, we would head out to the closest taco shop. My favorite dishes are rolled and fish tacos.
Around ten o'clock, the large pacific train came rolling in. I had been waiting on the train for about three hours, because it was running really late. I had to sit there in boredom because my mom took all the data off of my phone because she said that I would pay more attention to my phone than I would in California . The journey to California will take three long horrible days on the train with grouchy babies crying and moms yelling horribly at their kids because they are acting really bad.
Moving to such a big and diverse city I saw that not everyone lived comfortably, that people would scream at others for not walking fast enough, and that personal space isn’t a given. At first I hated living here, I wanted to move back right away. Everyone here was grouchy, with a scowl on their face. After living here for awhile I gained friends who are so nice and encouraging. They helped
Going to school and making new friends wasn’t easy for him, but he got through the year despite the hardships. Now he has to move again. “NO I AM NOT MOVING AGAIN AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!”, he screamed at the top of his lungs as he ran upstairs and slammed his bedroom door shut. A few minutes later his mother came in. “I don’t care what you tell me, I’m not moving.”
The day was just after my brother’s birthday and we had just finished celebrating his birthday. My brother was more surprised, however, by the amount of snow that covered the yards outside. We both awoke to a sight much more impressive than that of December, a white landscape obscuring everything laying on the ground, including the cars. My brother and I changed faster than firemen getting ready for a rescue, as we ran outside to see the fascinating snow that surrounded our neighborhood.
Life is pretty tough. Trust me, I’ve had many bumps along the road, and when I mean many, I mean many. When growing up in a country not native to you, life can be pretty hard. For me, my parents thought it was a good idea to try to give me everything I wanted so I could feel happy and at home, which it honestly worked, but later on, it wasn't much of a good idea. My life started in a small town in Mexico, which was called Puebla.